The more you get hydrated
The more I flow
I am only the one
Who starts from your head
Goes through nose
And settles in your mouth -
If lips are open ;
If not
Touching the edge
down your chin
Feeling the throat-beat
Covering your chest
I perch in navel  
I am sweet for those
who earn me by burning
Maybe sour to em
Who make by looting
make me roll isn’t easy
make me do so
majority of em run for gyms
Hardly any shovels and heaps
There’s my attendance
In presence of hammer or tongs
Or in conclusion of any decisions  
When yelling **** and bull story
Or while you forget to clear the history ;
I flow and I flow again feeling your body
Making you feel , to feel some air ,
Compelling you to off your hoodie
I am in love and in hate
I am sweat !